
Astronauts
come with me.
LUIS WESTER / ATRIUM
Gathering the artworks…
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Entering the atrium…

come with me.

Old self
New self
Same self
True self

Meet me
where the
flowers grow

Is this what
love is?

Love’s first touch is just the prologue.

To share a laugh, to ease a sigh,
Together, under life’s vast sky.
In your presence, I feel high,
With you, life’s not just a pass-by.

Are you just a lesson supposed to teach me to let go of the things I love the most?

Just two individuals passing time,
oblivious to the grand story,
that destiny was quietly writing.

One moment can change
everything
An explosion blowing
to pieces
Hopes, dreams, and all of
your beliefs.
Love can be your greatest
treasure
And at the same time,
your misery.